Friday, 28 November 2014

READY (aka I eat like crap).

Not often you see really good videos these days. These are miniature works of art.

Like me.

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Loch, Daniel, Andrew and I spent all day shopping today. Ben's birthday is on Tuesday. He'll be forty-six. He doesn't look that old but hey, every second month it seems we are reminded that numbers grow less and less important each year. I have some special surprises planned for him for that day. Plus we needed to get moving on getting things together because here I am trying to get ready for Christmas all in around, up and over everything and everyone and though we had planned on celebrating US Thanksgiving we never actually bothered. We ordered Chinese food instead.

So best laid plans and all that. I don't want that same fate to befall his big day.

Everything is wrapped and loaded and I'll bake a big cake on Monday and make lamb chops (or rather PJ will. Ben really loves lamb and I can't stand the smell or taste of it so I'll make corn dogs too. Then it's really a party. Freaking corn dogs!

Sigh.

You just can't take the carnival out of the girl. Sometimes I wonder if Ben had any earthly idea what he was getting himself into with us. I suppose he does. When I asked him for a birthday list he said he has the two things he wants most. Me and Loch.

Equilibrist, sideshow freak, carnival rat, sugarbaby. Wife, widow, mom. Homesick Maritimer. Hearing impaired. Polydangerous. Pain in the ass. I've been all of those things. I'm still all of those things. I live in a collective of intentional family (AKA commune to you romantic folk) and write about boy-moments that happen here at home on an almost daily basis. Enjoy.